Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

NO HORROR STORIES IN FRONT OF USERS (new/revised)

I see you boys of summer in your ruinMan in his maggot's barrenand boys are full and foreign in the pouch. *

yo we are recovering from this party last nightwhite-trash-type alcoholicsand my tall halfrican friend Aarondrove compact cars full of coolers full of the cheapest beer into the woodsto "the spot"thought we were digging naturetailpipes dragging in the dirtwe'd make firesbut not to keep warm, just for the fuckofitand once we got too lazy to gather woodwe'd burn our glowsticksmartian toxinsflaming into the evening.after a while I was pretty sure I was the only one who considered the connotations:TRASHEDWASTEDFUCKED UPSHITFACEDSHITTYMAD-DRUNKCRAZY-DRUNKPISS-DRUNKPISSEDLEGLESSEXCRUCIATINGLY SUBLIMATEDHAMMEREDPLASTEREDANNHILATEDOBLITERATEDBLITZEDSLOSHEDSMASHEDBLAZEDTORE UPGONE.running fromthe infinite dung heapall out of our controljobsunsupportive parentstoo supportive parentssemi-povertypseudo-affluencethe consumptive torrent of reputationsthe emptiness of statusfirst-person shooter deliriumthe inevitability of role playmedicationlack of medicationself-medicationsenseless abuse of privelagesenseless entitlement of underprivelagemottley headache of gossiphollow shell of small talkThe only fix-all beingsomeone's tongue lodged down yr throatsomeone's young fingersscraping on yr hard dick,jeans still on.we were the mosquito kids of the 'burbssucking each other's bloodtaking just enough,stealing life slowlysloshing in the damp womb of summer.

NOWI am on vacation for a week with my folksthis kid Josh calls me up with adude guess wud-da-fuck happenedi flipped my cargoin 90 down a gravel road.Fucki saydude he says where-da-fuck were youthis wouldn't have happened if you were therebut what he meansnot so subtlyis SAVE ME.